Something is Missing
I went to the fun-fair
To have some fun
Had a lot to see
Then went shopping
Bought some goodies
With ‘him’ and ‘them’.
Came back home
With snacks and sweets
Served them all
And savoured it too
Had a nice evening stroll
In the park and streets.
I enjoyed every bit of it
With ‘him’ and ‘them’
And yet I think
And I did feel that
Something was missing…
So now I write
And I ponder too
What is it
That bothers me
And makes me miss
On all such occasions
When I go out and have fun
With ‘him’ and ‘them’.
It was just not today
But almost every day
On all such outings
And “at home” evenings
I do feel that
Something is missing.
And so I delved deeper in me
And thought of that something
Which never misses me
Nor needs me in its life.
Yes – I know it is a living being
And it is so far away
I cannot make it mine
And yet so close
I always feel it is mine.
That very Being so very far
And yet so close
It always makes me feel
Yes – Something is Missing.
So I kept probing further
Into my consciousness
To find the one thing that is there
Yet still “invisible” and just not there.
And I found that
Something is Missing
Is the one and only
Soul-mate I’ve searched all through…
And yet that mate’s soul never found me.
So I’ll keep feeling till the end of my life
That Something is Missing
Till his soul finds me
Or my soul merges into him.
And my search ends
To find us both
Soul-mates forever
For aeons till eternity…
This is just the Beginning
Of a lifetime search
Seeking its End.
And as they say:
It can take years and years
Of lives and births
Till its destination is reached.
For it is the journey of the soul
To seek its Friend.
It could be an endless wait
For many re-births
Of life and death.
And yet, it could be
Worth the Wait
In my soul’s search
For its Soul-Mate.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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As If It Was A Crime
Your mother had given you
a few coins to buy sweets
and on the way you met Fay
and you said
do you want to come
and buy some sweets?
and she said
I haven't any money
and you said
you can share mine
if you tell me what you like
but she said
my father wouldn't like it
if I had sweets he says
they rot your teeth
but she walked to the shop with you
thinking silently to herself
and outside the shop
you said
are you sure?
she nodded and stood outside
while you went in
and bought sweets
when you came out
she was waiting there
her eyes gazing at you
her tongue running over
her lips
you showed her
what you'd bought
and her eyes widened
here take one
you said
your dad won't know
if you don't tell him
she hesitated
her fingers lingering
over the bag of sweets
but what if he sees me
or smells them
on my breath?
she said fear entering her eyes
her hands falling at her sides
you put out a hand
and touched hers
it's only a sweet
it's not as if
you're having a drag of a smoke
or sipping beer
she nodded and smiled a little
best not
she said
if he finds out
he'll get angry with me
for eating sweets and lying
and you remembered
the bruises you'd seen
on her arms and thighs
that time
and you sighed thinking
as if eating sweets
was a big deal or a crime.
poem by Terry Collett
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Food Anymey
Snacks is
Not food...
But...
you...
Eat food
Some of snacks...
Helthy good...
Take food
At snacks leval
Avoid snacks
With any time...
Snacks is your
Anymey of food...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Shopping
Were buying and selling your history
How we go about it is no mystery
We check it with the city, then change the law
Are you looking forward?
Now you want some more
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
Its easy when you got all the information
Inside help, no investigation
(no investigation, investigation)
No questions in the house, no give and take
Theres a big bang in the city
Were all on the make
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
Our gain is your loss, thats the price you pay
I heard it in the house of commons: everythings for sale
Were shopping
Were shopping
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
(were shopping
Were shopping
Were shopping
Were shopping
Were shopping)
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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6. Must Have
Special offers at my superstore
Get bigger every day
With savings on their bulk buys
Reducing what we pay
I bought a pack of toilet rolls
Fifteen’s but paid for twelve’s
It seemed a super bargain
Taking three more from the shelves
Lots of chocolate biscuits
If you buy one get one free
This also seemed a super deal
So I bought another three
If you bought a jar of coffee
With extra you got bigger
Two of those instead of one
Would change our shopping figure
I bought some bread and butter
With a great big leg of lamb
Fifty mini picnic pies
Plus slices of cooked ham
Lots of things I didn’t need
Filled high my shopping barrow
I’d only gone to buy some milk
And I’d even bought a marrow
poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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Real love's cost in reality
Love once
Love twice
Man how my heart
Payed the price
Shopping on the avenue
And bought love for cheap
Shopping in the streets
For what I had at home
Now I feel cheated
Because my cheap love cheated
But maybe thats what my heart needed
I wish i had a reciete
To take back what was deceitful
I saw a sale
And forgot about quality
I was being greedy
And went with quanity
Now I am upset screaming like
someones robbing me
But now I know
Real love is not
For sale
Thinking to myself
Welcome to
Reality.......
poem by Jaycee Wilkerson
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4. Best Buys
Best buy said the advert
But who decides what’s best
Is there some secret record
Or are they like the rest
The shoppers hear them shopping
Great deal’s we’re coming back
Influenced by special deals
Impressed by giant stack
This shopping is a science
With formulas for selling
Each manager has bought the stock
Head office has been telling
They told him where to stack it
In hot spots round his store
And adverts showing best buys
Would bring them back for more
poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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Speaking of shopping
Speaking of shopping…
My wife is the best
shopper in town
At shopping
there’s no woman greater
She’ll buy anything marked…
up or down
Just last week
she bought an escalator
poem by David Whalen
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Supermarket Shopping
A pound in the slot and out comes the chain,
It's Saturday supermarket shopping again,
And so I've obtained my large wire trolley,
And when shopping, you certainly need loads of lolly!
The shelves will be stacked with goodies galore,
There are loads to be seen from ceiling to floor,
Things that we need and things for a treat,
Food to have cold and food you must heat.
Bright coloured fruit and vegetables are,
Good for your health and keep you up to par,
Bread, rolls and biscuits, crisps and savoury snacks,
On their own, or in multiple packs.
Cheeses and yogurts, cream, butter and milk,
Some with strong flavours and some smooth as silk,
Sauces and pickles, mustards and dips,
Bacon, eggs, sausages, mushrooms and chips.
What gorgeous thoughts the word 'food' conjures up,
Especially if you're hungry and you wish to sup,
The aromas and spices, and sweet things and sour,
Shortcrust and flaky pastries, both of which are made with flour.
All kinds of fish dishes like haddock and dab,
Sardine, pilchard, tuna, anchovy and crab,
Squid if you like, it is lovely when fried,
It's really delicious to eat, have you tried?
Salmon of course, is the best of the lot,
This is a fish you can serve cold or hot,
With a salad to garnish, the taste is divine,
It's really become a great favourite of mine.
Desserts are mouth watering, they just have to be bought,
From gateaux's with chocolate, or a raspberry torte,
Strawberry pavlovas, or nutty meringues.
Each and everyone of them will answer your pangs.
Bottles of wine, of red and of white,
Champagne to drink on that one special night,
Maybe a gin, a vodka or sherry,
But with all of this, you can soon become merry.
So reaching the 'cash out' you stand there and check,
On all that you've purchased, it's only a speck,
Of what was on offer, one could buy up the lot,
But most likely you're contented with what you have got.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Shopping For Dresses (feat. Loretta Lynn)
Jimmie Dickens, Merle Haggard, R. Q. Jackson
Down through the ages men have died for women
And done so for many times
Each time I loved one, I ve always lost one
Seems the right one is so hard to find.
Shopping for dresses with no one to wear them
One in each color, one in each style.
I ll find a lady someday to wear them,
My shopping will be done for awhile.
I ll bet somewhere s a lady shopping for britches
Comparing the value, appraising each pair.
Maybe someday the Lord will bring us together
And we ll both have a new wardrobe to wear
Shopping for dresses with no one to wear them
One in each color and one in each style.
Maybe someday if I'm lucky
I ll find someone to wear them
And my shopping will be done for awhile.
My shopping will be done for awhile.
I m looking for a lady who ll look good in dresses
She must be red-headed, green eyes and be fair.
I ll make exceptions to all my requirements
As long as she s willing to care.
Chorus:
I just saw a beauty with blue eyes, what a cutie
Bond hair like a halo around her did flow,
But the brunette beside her would be just as lovely
In the dresses I bought long ago.
Chorus:
Now as I sit here dreaming, planning and scheming,
Why should I make standards when everyone knows
As your need ranges, women make changes
And you must accept them or just let them go.
Chorus:
song performed by by Randy Travis
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Back Home
Yeah yeah yeah
Well Im going back this summer to ohio
Im gonna seek out all my friends Ive always known
Im goin back to that farm that I remember
Well Im goin to spend this summer back home
Back home (back home, back home, back home)
Ill spend my summer (back home)
Back home (back home)
Back home (back home, back home, back home)
Ill spend my summer (back home)
Back home (back home)
Im gonna get up every morning before the roosters
Ill run downstairs fix my breakfast all alone
Ill milk those cows feed the chickens and the horses
Well Im gonna spend this summer back home
Back home (back home, back home, back home)
Ill spend my summer (back home)
Back home (back home)
Back home (back home, back home, back home)
Ill spend my summer (back home)
Back home (back home)
Ill eat everything that ma puts on the table
When I get back you wont believe how Ive grown
Ill hit the sack early everynight thinkin bout tomorrow whoa oh
Well Im gonna spend this summer back home
Back home, back home, back home
Back home (back home, back home, back home)
Ill spend my summer (back home)
Thats what Im gonna do thats where Im gonna be, thats this summer
Back home (back home)
Back home (back home, back home, back home)
Ill spend my summer (back home)
Gonna get up, gonna get up, gonna get up every morning
Back home (back home)
Back home (back home, back home, back home)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Ill spend my summer (back home)
Hey woo feels okay back home
Back home (back home)
Back home (back home, back home, back home)
Ill spend my summer (back home)
Back home
song performed by by Beach Boys
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You Are Just A Dog
You can not just...
Up and leave.
As if relieved to be unleashed.
Or make believe,
A walking away...
Prevents you to hear,
Words I speak to you go unheard.
I bet if I yelled, 'Dinner! '...
I'd see your eyes upon me appear.
And prancing as if prepared to be served.
You spoiled ME?
Is that what your eyes say?
Sit!
And be leashed.
Excuse me?
I wish somebody would...
Feed me when I wanted.
Walked me when I wanted.
Scooped up my poop,
And rubbed my tummy and back.
Played with me and bought me toys!
And patiently fed to me snacks!
As I walked as if annoyed...
To be awakened from a much needed nap!
As it the tracking down of squirrels...
Overtaxed.
MAX!
You are just a dog.
That's all.
I am 'your' master.
You are not mine.
Although sometimes I wonder.
Go ahead...
Bark.
I just brought you inside,
From running in the park.
It is getting dark.
And you are in this house to stay.
I could care less how your roll your eyes.
Or from me walk away.
What did you say?
If I were you,
I'd keep those opinions to yourself.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Merienda
I'd like to tell you about a friend
Who goes about selling snacks
She walks alone from Monday to weekend
From the subdivision gate and back.
This friend is a hardworking Mother
On whom a lazy husband depends on
We're of the same age but she is quite stronger
Has a tray on her head and a bag she drags on.
She comes in the afternoon just around three
And I called her the nickame 'Merienda'
It's the Spanish word for snacks specially
Covers the sweets, rice cakes, and the pasta.
Merienda has all of my utmost respect
For she does an honest way of earning
She works in the only way she can expect
To live life with dignity, instead of begging.
If people in the world like her are multiplied
I am sure none will be treading Poverty's line
One can work simply and be thus satisfied
There's no time to blame, complain, or whine.
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'Make it your ambition to lead a quiet life,
to mind your own business and to work with your hands
so that you will not be dependent on anybody
and you will win the respect of those who do not believe.'
1 Thessalonians 4: 11- 12
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Poverty And Wealth
The stork flew over a town one day,
And back of each wing an infant lay;
One to a rich man’s home he brought,
And one he left at a labourer’s cot.
The rich man said, ‘My son shall be
A lordly ruler o’er land and sea.’
The labourer sighed, ‘’Tis the good God’s will
That I have another mouth to fill.’
The rich man’s son grew strong and fair,
And proud with the pride of a millionaire.
His motto in life was, ‘Live while you may, ’
And he crowded years in a single day.
He bought position and name and place,
And he bought him a wife with a handsome face.
He journeyed over the whole wide world,
But discontent his heart lay curled
Like a serpent hidden in leaves and moss,
And life seemed hollow and gold was dross.
He scoffed at woman, and doubted God,
And died like a beast and went back to the sod.
The son of the labourer tilled the soil,
And thanked God daily for health and toil.
He wedded for love in his youthful prime,
And two lives chorded in tune and time.
His wants were simple, and simple his creed,
To trust God fully: it served his need,
And lightened his labour, and helped him to die
With a smile on his lips and a hope in his eye.
When all is over and all is done,
Now which of these men was the richer one?
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Long Distance I
Your bed's got two wrong sides. You life's all grouse.
I let your phone-call take its dismal course:
Ah can't stand it no more, this empty house!
Carrots choke us wi'out your mam's white sauce!
Them sweets you brought me, you can have 'em back.
Ah'm diabetic now. Got all the facts.
(The diabetes comes hard on the track
of two coronaries and cataracts.)
Ah've allus liked things sweet! But now ah push
food down mi throat! Ah'd sooner do wi'out.
And t'only reason now for beer 's to flush
(so t'dietician said) mi kidneys out.
When I come round, they'll be laid out, the sweets,
Lifesavers, my father's New World treats,
still in the big brown bag, and only bought
rushing through JFK as a last thought.
poem by Tony Harrison
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If You Take Me As Your Hostage
If you take me as your hostage,
I will have to stop...
My shopping around.
Just be sure of what you're doing!
If you take me as your hostage,
I will have to stop...
My shopping around.
Just be sure of what you're doing!
Maybe your the right appetite to feed.
I've never been before a hostage.
And maybe your the right thing that I need.
I've never been before a hostage.
'You asked for this ride home! '
I've never been before a hostage.
'And you're not...
I'm going to leave you home alone.'
But,
I've never been before a hostage.
So when you get me home,
Can we get it on?
'Say what? '
If you take me as your hostage,
I will have to stop...
My shopping around.
Just be sure of what you're doing!
'You asked for this ride home! '
I've never been before a hostage.
'And you're not...
I'm going to leave you home alone.'
But...
'No Butts, what ifs or whatevers of acts!
I'm out! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Getting Fat
Bring me back something from the store.
Here's my list,
It tells you what I need.
Bring this back from the corner store...
Just what's on it,
Nothing more!
You've got me,
Wanting to lay and snack!
You've got me,
Smacking snacks on my back!
You've got me,
Thinking I'm getting fat.
You've got me,
Thinking I'm getting fat.
You've got me,
Wanting to lay and snack!
You've got me,
Smacking snacks on my back!
You've got me,
Thinking I'm getting fat.
You've got me,
Thinking I'm getting fat.
Bring me back something from the store.
Here's my list,
It tells you what I need.
You've got me,
Wanting to lay and snack!
Bring this back from the corner store...
Just what's on it,
Nothing more!
You've got me,
Smacking snacks on my back!
You've got me,
Thinking I'm getting fat.
You've got me,
Thinking I'm getting fat.
Bring me back something from the store.
Here's my list,
It tells you what I need.
Bring this back from the corner store...
Just what's on it,
Nothing more!
I think I've had enough snacks on my back.
'Cause you make hints I'm getting fat!
You've got me,
Thinking I'm getting fat.
You've got me,
Thinking I'm getting fat.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Boast About Your Bargains!
Price-drop-tv is where it's at,
If money you would save,
That's where they like to trim the fat
Off items that we crave!
From gadgets through to jewellery,
The list goes on and on,
The prices plummet till they see
Their present stock's all gone!
Some shopping channels stare amazed
When viewers pay much less,
That's why the channel's highly praised
Based on our happiness!
Consider what you'd pay elsewhere!
It's frightening when you think!
Price-drop-tv, just doesn't care,
They let the prices sink!
Yes, my home's now full of bargains,
They're there in every room...
The money saved just simply stuns,
Much more than you'd assume!
So, take advantage, just like me...
Remember to be kind!
Each time you watch price-drop-tv,
Keep other folks in mind!
I've saved a fortune every year,
My receipts are the proof!
The facts are there, quite crystal clear,
I'm telling you the truth!
I've bought things for a penny!
I've bought things for a pound!
Yes, in fact, I've bought so many,
I boast bargains that astound!
Denis Martindale, copyright, June 2012.
A poem celebrating price-drop-tv's 9th birthday
here in the UK, where the shopping channel is
on Sky, Virgin Media, Freesat and Freeview.
Visit Facebook: facebook-dot-com/pricedrop
poem by Denis Martindale
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Wife
You adopted my home as yours.
I deserted your home forever.
You cooked for me and served me.
You mothered my children.
You served as a waiter for me.
You wore gold and silks for me.
I own all that is yours.
You own all as mine.
No traces will have survived in your name.
Everything stays as my legacy.
Yes, wife is a martyr of the adopted home.
04.09.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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On A Seven-Day Diary
Oh I got up and went to work
and worked and came back home
and ate and talked and went to sleep.
Then I got up and went to work
and worked and came back home
from work and ate and slept.
Then I got up and went to work
and worked and came back home
and ate and watched a show and slept.
Then I got up and went to work
and worked and came back home
and ate steak and went to sleep.
Then I got up and went to work
and worked and came back home
and ate and fucked and went to sleep.
Then it was Saturday, Saturday, Saturday!
Love must be the reason for the week!
We went shopping! I saw clouds!
The children explained everything!
I could talk about the main thing!
What did I drink on Saturday night
that lost the first, best half of Sunday?
The last half wasn't worth this 'word.'
Then I got up and went to work
and worked and came back home
from work and ate and went to sleep,
refreshed but tired by the weekend.
poem by Alan Dugan
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The Butcher Preached
A wealthy man with a faithful heart,
Went to a shopping mart.
And bought a cross made of gold,
For a large amount of money it was sold.
He went on the street and shouted 'The Lord is with me.'
A butcher laughed 'HA! cant be,
You bought it with money.....'
poem by Sameer Daniel Gardner
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